Fine French Linens (A Hetalia France + England LEMON)

"Ah, Francis," Arthur moaned just before his lover started to kiss him passionately. He had never thought he was gay, but being with Francis changed all that--the Frenchman had successfully seduced him with his passion-laced accent that evening. Arthur, who had not had sex in a very long time, realized how deprived he was and felt no choice but to give into Francis' charms.

Their tongues danced passionately between them as their lips fit perfectly with each others. Francis moaned and smiled as he kissed Arthur, who groaned heavily as the Frenchman undid his necktie with his teeth. He pulled it off slowly and began to unbutton the shirt, trailing his nose down to his chest the more it got exposed to him. Arthur's fingers intertwined with Francis' long blond locks as he kissed his chest. Arthur took the shirt off him, allowing the Frenchman to worship him with even more kisses.

"Francis," he sighed. The Frenchman looked up at him coolly with his blue eyes and smirked.

"Is this your first time with a man?" Francis asked.

"Yes," Arthur told him.

"Honhonhon," he giggled. "I guess I better be gentle with you then."

Nodding, Arthur looked up at the already-nude Frenchman, whose blue eyes stared down at him lustfully. His thin fingers trailed down his chest and undid his belt shortly before pulling off his pants to reveal his blue and white boxers.

Francis went down over Arthur and saw that he had a bulge growing in his underpants. Seeing this, he stroked it slowly but with enough pressure to make Arthur react strangely at first before appreciating the pleasure.

"Oh, god," he said, responding to the Frenchman's passionate touch.

"Honhonhon," Francis laughed as he took off his underpants and saw his member. It was rather big, and Francis was turned on instantly. He took his member into his mouth and sucked on his shaft slowly. Arthur arched his neck back as he reached down to run his fingers through the Frenchman's blond hair.

"Ah, yeah! Francis!"

The Frenchman quicked his pace, and started to cup his sack and fondle him. Arthur continued to groan from the pleasure he was receiving. He knew that Francis fell in love with any man or woman who was beautiful, but he never considered himself attractive enough for Francis to like him in a particular way.

"I...I can't! Francis!" Arthur shouted. "I'm going to cum everywhere!"

Francis took his mouth off his dick, but he continued to stroke him until the salty, warm seed spurted out of his member. Arthur knelt on the bed and watched Francis as he got on all fours with his butt facing the Brit, who was somewhat confused.

"What, Arthur?" he asked. "You just stick it in there, like this."

The Frenchman reached for the Brit's dick, and Arthur went closer to him. Francis guided his member in his ass, moaning as it went it--Arthur thought this felt amazing.

"Oh, wow! I never knew this would feel so good," the Brit told Francis.

"Honhon, it does. You can move now," he told him.

Arthur held his hips as his member went in and out of him, and Francis gripped the sheets tightly, savoring every moment Arthur was inside of him.

"Oui! Oui!" he moaned, shouting even louder as he repeated himself.

"Wow, oh my God," Arthur groaned, going even harder and faster than before. Francis felt his climax begin to build, and once he felt the Brit's cum inside of him, he moaned loudly. Arthur pulled out of him, and they came closer to each other to cuddle as they fell asleep.